Okay, you're all set, Clay. Just need your John Hancock. All right. Copy that. Ah, Next stop, Windy City. How are the kiddos?
Eating me out of house and home. That's why I took the graveyard shift. Need the cash. Yeah, you and me both. Yo, I'll catch you on the flip side. Take care. All right.
What the hell?
Get out of the truck!
Get out of the truck! Come on, you heard him. Come down out of there. Let's go. Come on!
Just wait a minute, just-- Hey, hey, hey. Don't talk. Unlock the trailer.
Hurry up!
Quit wasting time! Look--look, I'm trying, man. I told you to hurry up!
I'm trying. Do it!
[gunshot] [grunts]
All right, come on. Let's get the stuff and get out of here. Open it up.
What are we looking at?
Seems like a straightforward semi jacking. Rent-a-cop found the truck and the dead body around 2:00 a.m. We ID him yet?
Clay Parker, 47. Long-haul trucker for Great Lakes Freight. Company's based out of Chicago. Interstate commerce. Exactly. Anything taken? Off the corpse? No. Guy still had 200 bucks in his wallet. As for the cargo, shipping manifest says we're missing exactly 20 half-drum barrels of ammonium nitrate. That's roughly 4,000 pounds of fertilizer. That's not good.
You got something?
Maybe. Looks like a through-and-through. The caliber looks pretty big. You guys get that over to Ballistics?
Anything else? Any witnesses?
Only the guy who called it in. And the robbers were long gone by the time he got here.
Hopefully this camera will give us what we need. All right, folks. Here we go. Sometime before 2:00 a.m. this morning, a semi truck gets jacked outside the Port of Red Hook, and the driver, Clay Parker, is killed with a-- what was it? 50-caliber Desert Eagle. And 4,000 pounds of ammonium nitrate is stolen, which, unless our perps are a pair of deranged farmers, is really only used for one thing. Bombs. That's right. It was the key ingredient in Oklahoma City. So let's dig in. Elise, how we doing with that footage Scola found?
Yeah, just finished the pre-scrub. All right. Eyes up!
Guy tried to be a hero. Or he knew these guys meant business, given what he was hauling. Then let's not let his death be in vain. Facial rec is out of the question. Ian, what about height and weight?
According to the math right now, robber on the left is 6'2". Killer on the right is 5'10". Both roughly 175. There's nothing remarkable about the clothes. Just plain black hoodies. Elise, how are we doing with the plate on the cargo van?
Digits come back to a blue Chevy Blazer, which are the same cold plates used in that robbery last Sunday over in Woodbridge-- the one we connected to the Norsemen Brotherhood. Wait, isn't that the group that Maggie's trying to infiltrate?
Kelly, give us the vitals on the Norsemen Brotherhood and their leader, Eric Ward. The Norsemen Brotherhood is a group on the FBI Watch List that thinks America is changing "too fast." According to current intel, we think their leader in New York, Eric Ward, stole blasting caps and TNT from a rock quarry last week, presumably to build pipe bombs. Plus, he's a physical match to the robber on the left, the one that wrestles with Clay Parker before the other guy shoots him dead. All right. Call OA. Have him loop Maggie in. The quarry robbery may have only been the beginning. Right.
Hey, Deke. How's it going?
Hey. Good as ever. Yeah. Is he shooting .38s?
Uh, your brother?
Yeah, it sounds like it. What's with the John Wayne special?
It's a present for my nephew's birthday. Kid's the only person I know who thinks I'm cooler than Eric. Well, him and me. Heh. Can I see it?
Oh, yeah.
Damn. Right?
Mm-hmm. You kind of look like a poster. Do I?
Mm-hmm. I think you're the best uncle. I got to get some more ammo. Cool. Hey, when's that competition?
Six weeks from now. I know. Can I get you anything?
I'm good.
Hey.
You know, you don't have to pretend to like every warm-blooded poser who shoots here. Oh, come on. Deke's sweet. I mean, he's stuck in his brother's shadow, but he's harmless. Sure. If you like empty talk about the revolution. [phone buzzes] Need a re-up?
Yeah, a couple boxes of 9-millimeter. Yeah.
You okay?
My brother's been having a hard time. Uh, can you hold the bay open for me?
I'm just gonna make a call quickly. Yeah. Thanks.
Sorry I pulled you out. What's going on? Remember how we thought that guy Eric Ward was building pipe bombs?
Yeah. Turns out it might be way worse. Someone matching his description just stole 4,000 pounds of ammonium nitrate from a terminal near Red Hook last night. Whoa, that is a lot-- Lot of fertilizer. Plus, the blasting caps and the TNT that we think Eric already has, we could be looking at another Oklahoma City situation. How long to turn the ammonium nitrate into ANFO?
Our bomb techs are thinking 48 hours. Which 12 have already passed. Who's the second person in this pic?
The JOC does not know for sure, and we're not certain that that's Eric Ward, but-- Eric Ward is the most capable of executing a hate crime. The clock is ticking. We need to hit the gas. Okay. What are you thinking?
Eric works out of his house, his basement, right?
Yeah, how would we get access to that?
Deke, his brother. He's been talking about a party Eric's gonna throw for his nephew later today. I'm gonna get myself an invite, and I'm gonna plant some bugs.
[laughs] Wow. What were you going for?
You just trying to scare it to death?
Wha--seriously? That's 20 yards with a pistol. Oh, I didn't realize that you were in the business of making excuses. Oh, okay, then, Miss Western Indiana Regional Shooting Champ.
Looked you up on the internet, Maggie Jones. Think you can do better?
I'll bet on that. Okay. Name it. Okay. If I don't put five bull's eyes in a row, dead center mass, I'll pay for your crew's whole shooting session today.
All right, and if you do hit five in a row?
You can invite me to that party today. Well, that sounds like a win-win.
Yeah, I'll see you at 5:00. Yeah, you will.
Video check? - Yes. Video and audio are good. Please be safe. [indistinct chatter]
Hey, Deke. Hey. Welcome to, uh, real life. Yeah. I can't believe how many of you guys have found women who will put up with you. Oh, yeah. Some of us, anyway Oh, come on. You're a catch. [chuckles] Here's a gift. Thank you. Not for you. Ha, ha. I'll throw it on the table. You want a beer?
Yes. Rock on. Hey, Deke. Mm-hmm?
We need to talk. What, now?
It's for your brother. Now. All good. I can get it.
Hey. Hey. Here you go. Thanks. Mm-hmm. Cheers. Cheers. Welcome to the land of braggadocio. [laughs] Not your scene, huh?
No, it's just, a lot of these guys, if they actually did a tenth of what they claim, they'd be in the Hall of Fame. Right. So then what are you doing here?
I mean, I'm assuming attendance wasn't mandatory. [chuckles] You're wrong. It was. Yeah, see, my wife is Eric's wife's cousin. Okay. So, yeah, that's how all these guys started using the gun range. Disengage, Maggie. This is your chance to get inside while Deke is occupied. Do you know where the bathroom is? It's gonna be through the hall, first door on the left. Thank you.
All right, I'm gonna go for the beer sign. Smart. The black metal ought to blend.
How's that?
Feed's up. Well done. Get out of there. Hey, I need a hand downstairs, come on. Somebody's coming. - Hide. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
None of this is rocket science. Neighborhood's changing for the worse. If you won't do it, find someone who will. Yeah. All right. Help me with the beer.
What the hell was that?
Relax. It's just the radiator. Come on.
That was close.
[door shuts] You okay?
Yeah. Okay. Let's go. Come on.
Hold on.
Maggie, what are you doing?
There's fertilizer all over it. That does look like the hoodie that one of the shooters was wearing.
I need you to hurry, please.
Okay. Get the evidence bag ready. I'm coming out.
Chemical signature checks out--it's AN. Okay, people. Listen up. Analysis is back on the sweatshirt Maggie swiped from the party. It is definitely ammonium nitrate, which means practically speaking, we are barking up the right tree with Eric Ward, but legally speaking, it's not enough. So how do we tie him to the fertilizer theft, and, more importantly, how do we find the bomb these patriots are trying to build? Ian, how are we doing with those two bugs Maggie planted?
Nothing yet. I think I might have found something else that's relevant, boss. What are we looking at, Kelly?
I've been digging into Eric's financials over the past 24 hours. All quiet on the western front. Good book. I'm sensing there's a "but" coming. But this morning, he dropped a quarter of his life savings to charter a plane to Canada tomorrow. He could be building an alibi. Or more likely, given what we suspect of Eric's hands-on approach to crime in the past... It's his escape route after blowing the bomb. Which means the bomb is in play. We're running out of time. I'll call Maggie and OA. Yeah.
What time does the flight take off?
It's, uh, 6:00 a.m. tomorrow. Okay. Passenger manifest?
Yeah, listed as cargo. Let's grab Eric and grill him. No, you read his rap sheet. He doesn't talk to anyone. Plus, there's other people involved. Look, we grab Eric, he lawyers up, we're nowhere. Or worse, his accomplice sets off the bomb earlier than planned. So you want to keep working him from your side?
Absolutely. Okay, but the harder you push, the more likely you're gonna blow your cover, Maggie. My proximity to Eric is the best play we've got. Let's use it. Okay. How?
I'll put a tracker on his truck. I'm guessing he's either gonna visit the bomb or the target before that plane takes off. Let's do it. Be careful.
Walking towards the van now. I got you. Be careful.
What's taking so long?
I--I--I can't get it to stick.
Okay, there should be a metal bar to the left of the gas tank.
Hey, you have company.
Hey. Hey.
The hell you doing down there?
Dropped my phone. Just making a phone call. All the way out here?
Oh. Yeah, bit of a personal issue. I didn't want anybody to hear. Mm. What happened to you at the party yesterday?
You just disappeared. I know. I'm sorry. I ended up-- What's going on here?
Because it sure as hell looks like you're crowding my truck.
Nothing. Just talking about the party yesterday. Well, maybe next time you do it away from my truck. I got to run a few errands.
Okay. All right, I'm gonna meet you inside. Gotta call my brother. Yeah. I know all about brothers.
OA, I wasn't able to plant the tracker. You gotta follow him now. He's about 30 seconds out from your position. Yeah, I know.
I will do my best. Headed to the Tahoe now.
Maggie, you're sure if I leave now, it's not gonna leave you exposed?
Yes, yes. Go. We need to find out where he's going.
The tracker operation's busted. OA is following Eric Ward, heading south from Arlene and Roman. So we need every available Staten Island unit to assist with the moving surveillance. I'm on it. - When support rolls in, I need someone to take the eye so I can get back to Maggie at the range as soon as possible. - Okay. Tiff and Scola are already on their way.
Jubal, I think we might be made. But did--did he make you?
[tires squeal] Yep, I'm sure. We're made.
Out of the car, Eric!
Hands!
Get out. Now!
What's the problem, officer?
How about 4,000 of missing fertilizer, for starters?
Let's get him back to 26 Fed.
So is this the part where you tell me why I'm here? I think you already know the answer to that, don't you? Where were you Thursday night between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
I was home with my family.
What's this?
Two guys killed a semi driver, and this guy right here has your same height and your build. Same as that guy who stole six blasting caps from the rock quarry last week. He also had a tattoo on his right hand, just like you do. I know a lot of dudes with this tattoo. In the Norsemen Brotherhood, right?
So let's just cut the crap. We've got a black hoodie with ammonium nitrate and your DNA on it. How?
Who's the other guy in this video, Eric?
Where's the bomb?
I got no idea what you're talking about. Really?
Then why did you run, if you're not guilty?
Why'd you blow through those two red lights?
Wait a second here, Miss-- Agent. Sure.
Are you charging me with a traffic violation? Because I'm pretty certain that's not what the FBI does-- just like I'm certain that it's not hate to want the street signs in the neighborhood you grew up in to be written in English.
So I think I'd like to talk to my lawyer now.
Okay.
What are you thinking? He's guilty as hell, but all we have on him is a flimsy concealed-carry bust and a possession of a black hoodie, which won't take him forever to trace back to Maggie. Well, we can't hold him past today... [phone buzzes] Unless we find that bomb, and we are running out of time. Wait. Kelly and Ian might have found something.
All right, fellas. What do you got?
Hey, this is the historical GPS data Ian pulled from Eric's truck. 17 addresses, most of them innocuous. But Eric did make three separate trips this week to the same spot in the South Staten Island woods down near the Arthur Kill Penitentiary. What's the red marker?
That's the exact latitude and longitude of Eric's visits, and the only sign of civilization in the entire radius is this abandoned farm. It's a good, off-the-grid place to build a bomb. Yeah. Okay. Who lives there?
Uh, no one, as far as I can tell. And according to every property record I can find, the land is owned by a shell corp, Loyalist 76 LLC. All right, why don't you guys head out there?
I'll have SWAT and the bomb techs meet you.
Outbuildings look empty. I've got one warm body in the barn. Copy that. Also, Scola, I've got yellow diesel cans on my side of the barn.
All right, alpha team. We go on my mark. In three, two, one.
[alarm wailing] What the hell is that?
It's a perimeter alarm. All agents, go!
Stop! FBI!
Damn it! Jubal, we need air support in South Staten Island. Our suspect is on a black dirt bike, model unknown. He's using the woods as cover. Hey, we need to set up a grid search in the woods in case he decides to lay low and not hit the highway, okay?
Will do. All right, guys, listen up. We need every inch of this place swept, photographed, and logged, okay?
Anything that might give us a clue into this bomb's location, bag it and tag it. Hey, Anna? Yes, sir?
Let's get a photograph of these tire tracks while they're still fresh, all right?
I'm on it. Hey. Hey. Any luck with the motorcycle guy? I sent the SWAT team in a grid search of the woods, just in case, but-- Yeah, it's pretty easy to slip the net with that much cover. Yeah. What about here?
Bomb techs found cell phone parts and det-cord scraps at the workbench. Also a bunch of peroxide wipes. Seems like the guy just finished wiping down the scene. So he was covering his tracks. Seems that way to me, Tiff. Which means... The bomb's been built, and it's now in the wind.
All right, folks. Listen up. That massive fertilizer bomb we're chasing has now been flushed into the wild. And we still have no clue where it's headed or who built it. What we do have is a medium-height white guy on a black bike. So I'll take ideas. We just got the first report from the bomb lab back. It looks like, based on the cell phone parts ERT recovered, the device will likely have a remote trigger. Which suggests a highly sophisticated bomb, more sophisticated than anyone at the Brotherhood profiles as capable of making.
Hey, guys, I think I might have found something-- or, rather, someone. Uh, this is a half a mile from the bomb maker's property.
It's not perfect evidence, but I don't know what else he'd be doing there. Wait, is that-- Nick Foster-- the owner of the gun range.
All right, so the possible new player on the chessboard is Nick Foster. Let's talk about him. What do we know?
Well, uh, for one thing, we are certain that he's not Norsemen Brotherhood. Doesn't have the Viking tattoos or a spot on the national roster. Yeah, and according to Maggie, Nick thinks most of the Norsemen Brotherhood are idiots. Right, but what if Nick thinks they're idiots because they don't take their hate seriously enough? Maybe he's an "actions speak louder than words" kind of guy. Well, it would explain his partnering up with Eric Ward. And we know their wives are cousins. Right, so let's take it through that lens. How does Nick profile if we assume he's not so squeaky clean?
Well, he's 5'10", 170, which makes him a dead solid build match for Eric's partner in the theft, the actual murderer of Clay Parker. And according to Nick's army files, he showed a remarkable aptitude for explosives at OCS back in '03, even though he trained as a tank commander. He's not just involved. Nick is the bomb maker. Call Maggie and OA now.
You know, you got to exhale before you pull the trigger. All right. See you tomorrow.
Hey, OA. I've been waiting for your call for hours. What's up with Eric Ward?
He's in the box, but he's not talking. Maggie, I don't know how to tell you this. We think that Nick Foster is involved. Nick? How is he involved? The JOC has video that puts him near the barn where the bomb was built. He's a match for the guy that killed Clay Parker, and he also has bomb-building expertise from his time in the army. What do you want me to do?
Well, right now, he is in the wind, so can you look around the range, see if you can find anything that can give us a clue where he is, where he's going?
N--no. He doesn't even have a proper office. Plus, it just seems like he has everything on his phone. If he's in the wind, I-- I don't-- [engine rumbling] OA, he just pulled up. He's here. - What?
Why would he be coming back to the range?
I don't know. Do we arrest him? - No, no, no, we can't. The JOC said that we were supposed to track his movements until we find the bomb, but it's too close to closing time, Maggie. You got to get the hell out of there. Or I could stay. And do what?
It's getting a little suspicious how much time you are spending at the range, right?
You don't have to prove anything. No, I'm not proving anything. There's a bomb out there, and until we know where it is, I'm gonna ride this thing out.
Hey. Hey. Everyone else gone for the day?
Yeah, Randy and Bruce just left. Um, would you mind if I actually stick around? You know, squeeze off a few more rounds after closing?
The competition's coming up quick. Yeah, sure. That's fine, I guess. Uh, you haven't seen Eric Ward in the last few hours, have you?
Not since this morning. Why? Well, he was supposed to help me move some furniture, and I ended up having to do it myself.
And there wasn't anyone strange hanging around the gun range today?
No, not that I can think of. What--what's going on?
It's nothing. Yeah. Oh, hey, uh, why don't you come with me to Bailey's and grab a beer?
What, right now? Yeah. Yeah, it seems like you got plenty of training in, and I kind of feel like socializing-- at least for a few hours, anyways. Okay, uh, yeah. Yeah, cool. Let me just grab my jacket. Be out in a sec.
That's too dangerous.
Jubal, guys, you sure we can't arrest this guy?
No, we have enough for a sneak-and-peek warrant, and that is it. Yeah, and even if we arrest him, the odds of him cooperating are slim. Then all we have is 4,000 pounds of missing explosives. With no idea when or where it's gonna go off. I get that, but trying to steal his phone is too risky. OA, I get it. You're worried. But chances are Nick's taking her to a public place so he can build out his alibi. Now, if Maggie thinks that she can get us that phone, that's good enough for me. Now, Scola and Ian will meet you there at Bailey's.
All right, talk about the parking lot and make the switch. All right.
This guy is packing serious heat in his waistband, and he keeps checking his phone every two minutes. Please stay alert. We're good.
Thank you.
Cheers. Cheers. To quiet people who get things done. Nice. My dad used to say it all the time. It's like a Midwestern thing. Your father sounds like a good man. He is. He's actually the one who taught me to shoot. Oh, come on, man. I'm sorry to bother you guys. You don't happen to know who's driving this Explorer out here, do you?
The guy boxed me in.
Yeah, yeah. No, man. Sorry. Thanks anyway, brother. Yeah. That sucks. Yeah.
Okay. Did you get it?
Got it. [Maggie talking indistinctly]
All right.
How's our girl doing in there?
Still doing all right.
And you think that's New York?
Yeah, for better or worse, I do. I mean, think about it. Dating back to George Washington, this has always been where real America has always made its stand. You're an interesting lady, Maggie.
I was also very good at bar games. Hey, can we please get, um... Let me check something. A couple quarters and a shot glass?
Thank you, perfect. What the--hey, hey, hey. What?
What is this?
That's my phone. Okay, so where's mine?
I don't know. I don't have it. I mean, maybe you left it at the bar?
How long have you been shooting at my range?
I don't-- How long exactly?
Like, a week and a half. Okay, why are you grilling me? Okay. You have three seconds to tell me who you work for, Maggie. I don't work for anyone. Three. I don't know why you're grilling me. Two. What is this about?
One. Nick Foster, FBI! Hands up. Put 'em up!
Get what you need? Yeah. Took Ian a minute, but Nick's phone was a gold mine. Deke Ward has the bomb, and he's headed to a fundraiser in Port Richmond. How much time do we have?
We have about an hour till the bomb's supposed to explode.
All right, listen up. According to the intel on Nick Foster's phone, we now know the target is a charity fundraiser for refugee resettlement, Advanced Light Gardens, in Port Richmond. And we also know that the bomb is being delivered by Eric Ward's brother Deke. Now, the good news is, Maggie and OA are set up with the tactical team to intercept Deke in Port Richmond. The bad news is, even though he is en route, we do not know what kind of car Deke is driving, so let's dig in, work that problem. Okay, well, just stating the obvious here, we're looking for something that can handle the payload. So at 4,000 pounds of fertilizer plus diesel fuel and barrel weight, we're talking a 1-ton pickup or a delivery van. We've also got the tire tracks we found in the bomber's barn. Tread report says they're run-flat, 245/75R16s, which, in the heavy-duty cargo class, only currently comes standard on the GMC Savana. Now we're talking. Plus, if you're coming up from South Staten Island, you basically got to take the West Shore Expressway, right?
Okay. Can we scrub for a GMC Savana?
I'm already on it. Wait. Check this out.
Okay, okay, is that-- yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, that's him. That's Deke at mile marker 17 in a blue GMC cargo van. How old is this video?
It was taken three minutes ago. Puts him roughly two minutes out from Maggie and OA.
JOC says Deke's making the turn. Cruisers are on standby ready to box him in. There he is. Let's go stop a bomb.
Get out of the car, Deke! Now! This is the remote trigger.
放鬆啲。[呻吟] 咁你退後。
喂，喂。Deke，Deke。係我呀。你係 FBI？
唔好咁做。你個大話精⋯⋯喂，喂，喂，我⋯⋯我係嚟幫你㗎。
話我知你想點。
我想快啲離開呢個國家，就係咁，明唔明？
即係我要架車或者飛機。好，我哋可以搞掂。但我要打幾個電話先。如果有人試圖疏散呢個屋苑，或者行近一步，我哋全部人一鑊熟。你明唔明？
所以退後！
退後。好。好。好，執法人員，退後！我要執法人員退後。畀啲空間佢。
10-10，所有人員撤退，撤退。
我明白。唔該晒。嗰個係危險裝置學校嘅工程師。根據炸藥量模擬，佢話可能爆炸半徑範圍內至少有 500 人。好，我哋可唔可以偷偷地由大廈後樓梯疏散啲人？即係，如果小心啲，每次幾個。嗰個係 Maggie。好，掟上嚟。
喂，地面情況點樣？
Deke 喺架車入面。狙擊手已經就位。我哋等緊綠燈開槍。等陣。我諗我可以說服佢投降。Maggie，點解你咁講？
我知佢嘅死穴。好，Maggie，恕我直言，咁樣好荒謬。你聽到佢嘅威脅，任何人行近架車，佢就會引爆個炸彈，明唔明？
我認為狙擊手應該開槍。嗯，但咁樣都有風險。就係咁。OA，呢個唔係銀行劫持人質嗰啲揸 9 毫米嘅普通罪犯。佢有 4,000 磅炸藥。我哋狙擊手射偏差咗 1/16 吋，Deke 撳咗個引爆掣，我哋就會死晒。
我揀我嘅勝算。咁你打算點做？
你想喺無保護下慢慢行過空地？唔係，我想做我嘅工作，救返好多條人命。
暫時叫狙擊手待命。Maggie，我哋照你嘅方法做。
[喘氣] 搞咩——
退後！你見唔見到？吓？
Deke。退後！快啲退後。落車，等我哋可以傾下。行開啦，Maggie——而家！唔該，落車啦。嚟啦。
我知你係邊個，亦知你唔係邊個。你對我乜都唔知。唔係真。我知你覺得你大佬唔尊重你，而家你走出嚟，想做啲勇敢嘅行動嚟證明你夠堅強。
Deke，你而家咁樣，值唔值得？
值唔值得為咗呢樣
Come on.
Look, as bad as the situation is, you have a chance to walk it back right now.
I need you to get out of the van and hand me the trigger.
No. I need that plane. Where are we on that?
I'm working on it, but I'm telling you, your best move is to surrender. Please.
Let's move.
Look.
You haven't killed anyone-- not yet. You're just a delivery man. But if the delivery doesn't make it and the bomb never explodes...
You're clear.
Please.
I just wanted--ow! Let's go. Let's see your hands. I just wanted to show them that I could do it, you know?
I know. You did the right thing. Yeah. You still look like a poster in your FBI vest.
Do I?
Hey. How'd it go with Deke?
He agreed to cooperate. He's gonna flip on his brother?
Yeah. I guess they gave him a good deal. He bit. That's not why I came back here, though.
I think we need to talk.
Talk about what?
Us and this dynamic.
I could tell you were getting a little agitated, but I was just feeling like you were taking unnecessary chances, like you were overcompensating. Mm-hmm, okay.
I know that I've been gone for a while. I wasn't trying to prove anything out there today.
I'm just being me. I'm doing my job. I'm relying on my instincts. And I was doing my job, trying to be a good partner to you. Yes, by protecting me and making sure that I don't get hurt. I--I appreciate that. I do. But it's going too far. Too far?
What's going too far was almost losing you behind that glass, when I couldn't do my job, when I couldn't help you, Maggie. And I don't-- that's what went too far.
You blame yourself for what happened in the sarin lab?
Of course I blame myself for what happened. Hey. That wasn't your fault.
You didn't do anything wrong. Then whose fault was it?
Nobody's. That's the job. It's the risk we take.
We make a really great team.
Can we get back to that?
I'd like that.
Let's get a drink.
[wolf howls] ic]